Chapter 4
2 months later:
I wake up slowly. I have been having the same dream every night since I’ve been here in Texas. Being here, watching Victor and planning his death has definitely brought my memories to the forefront. I have been watching Victor waiting for the right time to strike and tonight it’s time to make my move. This son of a bitch is a piece of work. I have watched him parade a stream of barely, if legal, girls in and out of his mansion. Most of them leave looking like they have gone three rounds with a heavy-weight boxer, if not that they’re passed around to his guards. I cannot wait to kill this mother fucker and as many of his guards as I can, fucking pedophiles. I am tracking where they are getting these girls from so I can shut that shit down too. Victor is only in his fifties but he is still old enough to be these girls’ grandfather. I wonder what he would do if his own daughter was treated like he treats these teenage girls. But according to his records, he has no daughters or sons for that matter which is unusual considering all the girls and women he goes through, maybe he got a vasectomy, or perhaps he’s sterile, either way, I am glad there isn’t another person running around with his DNA.
I grab my gear and dismantle my HK45C compact and put the pieces on me to assemble once inside Victor’s mansion. On nights like this, the guards will be light and the drinking will be plentiful, they make sure to bring enough girls in for the guards too. I befriended one of the guys who brought the girls in, I caught him trying to free them and save him before the traffickers got to him. He told me he took the job not knowing what it was because he needed the money.
“ I should have known it was too good to be true,” he tells me “that much money just to deliver a package? I never dreamed the package would be girls, but my wife and I are expecting our seventh child and we need a bigger place so I needed money and fast, the baby will be here soon.''
I get him to introduce me as another guy in desperate need of money, in exchange for a fully paid six-bedroom house in a part of Texas far away from here. Since he is the ring leader's cousin I was guaranteed to get in. After tonight Frank and his wife and children will be far away from here, Victor will be dead, these girls will be safe and I will finally have fulfilled my promise. All in a night's work.
I meet Frank at the safe house where they are keeping the girls, we load them up and head for the mansion. I put my weapons bag underneath the spare tire when I got there and my HK was on me in pieces. As we ride to Victor’s I center myself and prepare to finally fulfill the promise I made thirty years ago.
We finally arrive and are let through the gates with the minimal search I was counting on. We park in front of the house and the front door opens and another six guards pour out to the truck, they do not search us again but begin to pick out the girls they want for themselves. There are two girls who I do not think are legal, they look barely 16 years old, he definitely has a type. They look like they could be sisters, they are both dark-skinned black girls but they look more Afro-Latina long wavy black hair and cognac brown eyes and both are on the thick side. They will be beautiful women when they are older and I am going to make sure they get the chance to grow older. They remind me of my niece Skai, the little spitfire that she is, if anyone ever dared take her they’d have to kill her. That little walking disaster will not go down without a fight. She is one hundred percent Savvy’s daughter, with attitude and brains to match.
They take those girls in the back to Victor's bedroom while we stay in the open plan living room kitchen area. The music is booming and the alcohol is flowing, there are about seven guards with around fifteen girls. Some of these girls have been here before and know the routine but there are a few who look terrified and have huddled together in a corner to try to make themselves invisible.
I go over to the bar where they have the alcohol and I slip in a drug that should have them knocked out in less than ten minutes. As I wait for the drugs to take effect so that I can slip down the hall to Victor’s bedroom. I go back to the truck and retrieve my other weapons. Once I have the weapons secured to my body I walk back in to discover all the guards have finally passed out. I tell the girls that are in the room to stay here and be quiet.It was easy for them to listen; I look mean as hell and a bit scary with my scar. I head towards the bedroom but when I get there I see the other guard walking into Victor’s room taking off his shirt, heading towards the bed where two girls are. They have the sheets pulled up to their necks, eyes wide watching the guard move towards them.
I pull out my HK45 compact screw on the suppressor and put a bullet in the back of his kneecap. He falls forward on the bed screaming and holding his knee. I put the barrel right between his eyes and tell him to shut up before I put a bullet in the other knee. “Where is Victor !? I ask him.
“ I don’t know,” he cries.
I aim the gun at the other knee and he yells that Victor got a call and he left. I want to roar. I was so close and I missed him. I take the butt of the gun and hit him across the temple and knock him out. I tell the girls to get dressed and come with me, they scramble out of the bed and grab their clothes. As they are getting dressed they keep trying not to look at my face, we leave the bedroom and I check every door on my way back towards the living room. Some of the guards left with girls to various bedrooms, and since no one came running when the guard screamed, either they were too busy or knocked out too.
I open the doors and either tell the girl I find in there to get dressed and come on or put a bullet in the guard’s head and tell the girl to get dressed. I opened one of the doors but the scene on the other side is completely different from the others. There is a woman tied to the bed, she is definitely not a girl, all she has on are bra and panties and she is bruised on every inch of her body from her feet to her head. Her face is badly beaten and one of her eyes is swollen shut and her face is misshapen from the beating she’s been subjected to. She must have been here for days, she is laying in her own excrement and urine. I take my knife out and cut her from the bed, I go back to another room and grab one of the cleaner sheets and blanket to wrap her up in. When I go to lift her she puts up a feeble fight.
“Stop!” I say to her, “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to get you out of here.” I lift her into my arms and head out the door.
In the end, I killed all of the guards and the traffickers including Frank's cousin, rescued all fifteen of the girls and this woman in my arms. We head out the side door of the mansion and cut through the grass to the back of the estate. We climbed through a hole I cut in the fence and get in the SUV I left there. We pile in the car and head towards my house. Once we are there, I let the girls eat and they go to sleep in the living room and spare bedrooms. I put the woman in the spare bedroom next to mine and go call Doone and tell him about the girls. He tells me he will be here in the morning. After hanging up, I go to get a glass of water and some soup for the woman. When I enter the bedroom she has not moved from where I left her. I set the bowl and glass of water on the nightstand, and walked into the adjoining bathroom. Wetting a washcloth, I come back into the bedroom, sit on the side of the bed and wipe her face. She needs to go to a hospital but instinctively I know that I shouldn’t take her there.
She begins to stir, and she opens her eyes, well the one that isn’t swollen and my breath catches in my throat, they are cognac brown. She looks like an older version of the two girls that were brought in for Victor. Who is she? I think as I finish washing her face as best I can.
Are you hungry?
She barely nods her head but the message is clear. She tries to prop herself up but she doesn’t have the strength to sit herself up. I put my hands under her arms and gently pull her up to prop her against some pillows. I begin to spoon-feed her the soup. She is obviously hungry and I wonder when the last time she ate was and how long she was tied to the bed.
Before long the soup and water are gone, “can you get up?” I ask her. “I thought you might want to take a shower or use the bathroom.”
“I want to take a shower but I do not think I can do it on my own,” She tells me.
“I can see if one of the older girls can help you,” I suggest.
“Can you help me?”
“Excuse me?”
“I want you to help me, I trust you. Please,``she says to me.
I just stare at her because she looks at me like I don’t have a scar across my face and she didn’t witness me kill tonight.“Um ok,” I say at a complete loss for any other words. I walk into my bedroom and grab one of my tee shirts, I walk back into the room and go straight to the bathroom. I turn the shower on, go to the room and lift her out of the bed and carry her to the bathroom. Sitting her on a stool I strip down to my boxer briefs, while she takes off her bra and panties. I help her up and walk her into the shower, she leans against me as the hot water runs down her body. She has been severely beaten,“Can you breathe?”
“Yes, it just hurts,” she says softly.
I run my hands down the side of her body and she hisses out-breath.“You probably have some broken ribs and I should take you to the hospital”,
“No please, no hospital.”
“You can’t be by yourself in this condition.”
“I’ll be ok, I can take care of myself.”
“I know you just met me but do you trust me?” I ask her.
“Yes,”she answers almost immediately,” I don’t know why but I do.”
“Good, then I’ll take care of it.”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“ I got you is what it means.” I gently use the loofah and wash her with Nivea lavender body wash, and wash and condition her hair with the same products Savvy uses. I used her products one time when I ran out of my own and I loved it so much I began to purchase them for myself. Once her hair and body were clean I turned the water off, grabbed a towel, and began to dry her off. By the time I get to dry myself off, she is damn near asleep standing up. I wrap the towel around my waist and her towel around her and carry her to my bedroom. I lay her in my bed and before I can pull the blanket over her she is asleep. I go back to the other bedroom and strip the bed, grab her bra and panties, and put them in the washing machine. While they are washing I go to check on the other girls and make sure they are ok. I put fresh sheets on the bed and clean up the bathroom, once that is done a few of the girls come in there to sleep. I put the clothes in the dryer and go back to my bedroom and get in the bed as far away from her as I can and go to sleep.